#Jasmine beel

[squidgy-gadget]

Me at heathers: (moment of realisation) there is no way these guys look even remotely like they are high schoolers

[undeserved-halo]

Thoughts on the song Never Shut Up Again? I personally love it for the "Stupid Veronica, I'm fucking ballin" vibes.

i literally love ittttt heather duke is a shitty person (i love her really though) but she literally slayed so hard in never shut up again

[thefandomthings]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚅𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜/𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜

Ask: Alright, I looked over your rules and fandoms, so here's an idea:

Match up each of the Obey Me! boys with a Disney princess and/or villain. (Not in a shipping sense, just in a "hey X is most like Y" sort of way.) Hopefully that seems like fun.

Thank you for the lovely ask @daytaker

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Notes: Tumblr is being so dumb right now, I can't edit drafts I just created its awful. But this is a fantastic idea!

Masterlist

Lucifer: Lucifer is Jasmine, you can't convince me otherwise. Or Maleficent. Definitely Maleficent.

Mammon: Hear me out....Mammon is Cruella De Vill. Or Aladdin.

Leviathan: My guy is so Prince John from Robin Hood, it's so funny.

Satan: He is definitely Belle, but with anger issues and a lot more independent that she is. Satan is also definitely the Queen of Hearts.

Asmodeus: I think Asmo would be the Evil Queen, Who's the farest in the land? Asmodeus!

Beelzebub: My baby boy Beel, would definitely be Anna or Tiana. He'd do anything for his brothers/family especially Belphie.

Belphegor: He has to be Aurora, especially with Lucifer being Maleficent. It's just perfect.

[ur-dad-satan]

I know it's 8 am right now, HOWEVER, I have headcanons I need to get out of my brain before they're all I can think about... That being said: I have Obey Me! Headcanons about how I think the characters would smell. This is based on sleep deprived delusion and nothing else <3

I feel like most of the characters would wear some type of Cologne or perfume that perfectly encapsulates their personality or vibe. Like I know that's the purpose of Cologne/perfume but hear me out.

Luci would smell like some fancy Cologne with hints of vanilla and maybe even coffee. Not coffee breath, but maybe like his soap smells like coffee or Shea butter.

Mam would smell like an expensive Cologne with some really masculine scent like Cedarwood and like sea breeze or something. OR he would smell like men's deodorant and the smell of the two together would be intoxicating. (I'm getting off topic)

Contrary to popular belief, Levi would smell really good if not clean. Like he would probably smell like some type of soap and maybe sometimes some Ruri themed perfume for special occasions. Aside from that, he would just smell like soap. Maybe sea salt and something else.

Sat would also probably smell like a fancy cologne but I feel like he would also have like undertones of something familiar that you can't put your finger on. It's not indescribable, but it's so hard to pinpoint.

Asmo would smell like some type of fruit perfume or a delicate flower. I feel like he would also almost always use body glitter filled perfume/lotion for special events or when he felt extra pretty.

Beel probably wouldn't wear any perfume/cologne regularly but he never stinks. Not even when he's drenched in sweat; he actually kinda smells sweet. It's a subtle sweetness that you can only smell if he's close enough

Belphie also wouldn't wear cologne/perfume on a regular basis, but he also wouldn't stink. He would probably smell like fresh linens. He wouldn't quite smell like laundry detergent, but fresh sheets and pillowcases. It's a relaxing and comforting smell.

Dia would definitely smell like some fancy cologne. It's probably a gift from Luci that he likes to wear around him the most. I don't know why, but I get cinnamon vibes from him. Like his soap would be cinnamon scented and it gives a slight spice to his not quite savory cologne.

Barbs would smell like tea. He would do this on purpose. So no one can smell the bloodlust he feels for Solomon. I'm thinking like some type of green tea, jasmine tea blend with a hint of vanilla or something else sweet. He takes great pride in how he smells and loves when people complement him on it.

Luke would smell like cupcakes and icing. It's not just cause he's a kid or anything, but he goes out if his way to use sweet smelling products. He likes the way they make him feel and keep his skin soft. Everyone loves it. Not a single person complains.

Sim would smell like something natur-y like flowers or some type of tree. Maybe a nice spring day if that makes sense. This smell would mix with the smell of his deodorant -probably a pretty masculine smelling one- and be heavenly (no pun intended). He would know that he smells good but not how good he smells.

Solo would smell like a nice human world cologne. I feel like he would wear a basic deodorant and let his cologne do all the heavy lifting. It would be something like burning wood or like some type of ocean mist. (Y'all don't know how hard it was to not just tear Solomon a new asshole just then and IDK why)

Being mean to solomon under the line <3

Solomon would wear shower in a can and smell like fucking axe body spray. He almost certainly had a hippy phase in the 60s where he did a LOT of drugs and then he had an emo phase in the 2000s and can most definitely sing the entirety of Welcome to The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.

[lulu2992]

A few of Far Cry 5’s characters’ former names (according to the files)

Did you know that some characters used to have different names? Here’s what I found:

Adelaide Drubman - Penny Johnson (I’m not sure; it’s unclear)

Casey Fixman - Casey Seagal or Casey Storm

Chad Wolanski - Chad Gardetto

Faith Seed - Selena Seed

George Wilson - George Beel

Guy Marvel - Guy Martel (headcanon: it’s still his name but he thought Marvel was a cooler name for a movie director)

Hurk Drubman Senior - Wayne Senior

Joseph Seed - Daniel Seed

Merle Briggs - Merle Clinton

Wilhelmina Mable - Wilhelmina Maybelline

Tammy Barnes - Tammy Palmer (was she supposed to be Eli’s wife? Maybe!)

Tracey Lader - Traci West

Virgil Minkler - Virgil Knutsen

Wendell Redler - Wendell Darrah

Xander Flynn - Bob Johnson (again, like for Adelaide, not sure)

Also, I’ve said this before but Deputy Pratt’s first name is actually Stacy and not Staci. In the files, it’s only not spelled Stacy once, in the end credits... which is also, unfortunately, the only time players had a chance to see it written.

According to the files, Larry Parker’s first name is Laurence, the man we meet near Arcade machines is Morris Aubrey, and the fisherman is Coyote Nelson… but his description in the unreleased in-game encyclopedia also implies he died, so that might be inaccurate.

Below are the names of other Hope County residents (and where they live(d) and/or work(ed)) found in the deleted in-game encyclopedia:

Daniel Holmes — Holmes Residence

Doug and Debbie Hadler — Gardenview Orchards, Ciderworks, and Packing Facility

Rae-Rae Bouthillier — Rae-Rae's Pumpkin Farm

Niesha Howard — Howard Cabin

Emmet Reaves (in the late 1800s) — Copperhead Rail Yard & Prosperity

Will Boyd (from Far Cry: Absolution; his full name is William) — Boyd Residence

Les Doverspike — Doverspike Compound

Mike and Deb Harris — Harris Residence

Wolfgang Dodd — Dodd’s Dumps

Colin Dodd (Nadine Abercrombie’s grandfather) — Dodd Residence

Joe Roberts — Roberts Cabin

Dr. Kim Patterson — Hope County Clinic

Bobby Budell (in 1946) — Flatiron Stockyards

Doug Fillmore — Fillmore Residence

Orville Fall (found gold in 1865) — Catamount Mines

Mike and Chandra Dunagan — Sunrise Farm

The Redler family (Wendell’s) — Red’s Farm Supply

Andrew and Frances Woodson — Woodson Pig Farm

Don Sawyer — Sawyer Residence

Kay Wheeler — Kay-Nine Kennels

Jules Adams (and an unnamed husband) — Adams Ranch

Jerry Miller (and his family) — Miller Residence

Rick Elliot (his full name is Richard according to a message left by Eli) — Elliot Residence

Jay Loresca — Loresca Residence

"Lonely Frank" — Frank’s Cabin

Dicky Dansky — Dansky Cabin

Roy Tanami — Tanami Residence

Mr. Vasquez — Vasquez Residence

Mr. McDevitt — Misty River Gas

Darby McCoy — McCoy Cabin

Dr. Phil Barlow — Barlow Residence

Travis McClean (and his husband Brent) — McClean Residence

Jasmine Chan — Chan Residence

Jerrod Wilson (in the 1800s) — Throne of Mercy Church

Frankie Sinclair — Sinclair Residence

Lydia (in 1912) — Lydia’s Cave

Dwight Feeney (the chemist who worked with Eden’s Gate and dies in the mission “Sins of the Father”) — Feeney Residence

Lorna Rawlings — Lorna’s Truck Stop

Edward O'Hara — O’Hara’s Haunted House

Kanti Jones — Jones Residence

Coyote Nelson — Nelson Residence

Holly Pepper (and her girlfriend Charlie) — Pepper Residence

Nolan Pettis — Nolan’s Fly Shop

Bob and Penny Johnson — Johnson Residence

Melvin Adams Abercrombie — Abercrombie Residence

Steve McCallough — McCallough’s Garage

Dr. Rachel Jessop (who, and I’ll keep saying this every time I can, was never Faith and always another, entirely different person) — Jessop Conservatory

Dwight Seeley — Seeley’s Cabin

[bloomingdayswithyou]

MASTERLIST

requests are open!! if you want to make one, you can check the rules !!

Angst: ☁️ | Fluff: 🌸 | Smut: 🔥 | Suggestive: ❤️

NCT

How would dating Jungwoo be like? 🌸

Melodies of the stars (Jeno x idol!male!reader) 🌸

Enchanted Encounter (Jaemin x male!reader) 🌸

A Whole New World (Aladdin!Lucas x Jasmine!male!reader feat. Genie!Jackson) 🌸

Sweet Redemption (Jaemin x m!reader) ☁️🌸

Only You and Me (Jaehyun x m!reader, non!idol au) 🌸

Shadows Of The Heart (Haechan x m!reader) ☁️🌸

Whisper in the Shadows (Chenle x m!reader) 🌸

Shared Love (mark x johnny x m!reader) (poly) 🌸

ATEEZ

How would dating Mingi be like? 🌸

Guiding Light (Hongjoong) ☁️🌸

How would dating Jongho be like? 🌸

ZB1

Echoes of Regret (Gyuvin x f!reader, non!idol au) ☁️

Shattered Dreams (Jiwoong x m!reader) ☁️

Pokémon

A chance encounter in Mossdeep City pt. 1 (Steven Stone) 🌸

Recording a Sextape (Raihan x m!reader) 🔥

Dating Clavell, Hassel, Brassius and Larry headcannons (separated, gn!reader) 🌸

Enchanted Reunion (N x gn!reader) 🌸

Stitches of Love (Gladion x m!reader) 🌸

Haikyuu!!

How would they react to you thinking they’re too big (Kuroo, Daichi) ❤️

Unlikely Bond (Tsukishima x m!reader) 🌸

Bokuto’s Subtle Conffesion (Bokuto x m!reader) 🌸

Clumsy Confession (Lev x gn!reader) 🌸

Obey Me!

How would the brothers flirt with MC (pt. 1) 🌸

How would they flirt with MC (pt. 2) (Simeon, Solomon, Barbatos, Diavolo) 🌸

Beel, Mammon and Lucifer with a transmasc reader 🌸

Starlit Night (Diavolo) 🌸

Ink and Despair (Lucifer) 🌸

Jujutsu Kaisen

How would they react to (unintentional) suggestive actions (Gojo, Toji) ❤️

You’re safe, that’s all that matters (Gojo) ☁️🌸

My Hero Academia

Dating Midoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki headcannons 🌸

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Bruno and Giorno with hijabi friend headcannons (platonic) 🌸

Shadows of the Past (Giorno x gn!reader) 🌸

Morning routine with Giorno and Abbacchio (poly x gn!reader) 🌸

Arcana Twilight

Cozy Moments: Alpheratz and Sirius 🌸

Love & Deepspace

Birthday Celebration for his S/O (Wayne, Xavier and Rafayel x gn!reader) 🌸

Pillow Fight with Rafayel (x gn!reader) 🌸

Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

Prince Soma x reader headcannons (gn!reader) 🌸

[ikeromantic]

Luscious

A Barbatos fic, approx. 3500 words. Written as commission and kindly allowed to be shared here. Barbatos takes his love, Kara, out for a date. When he realizes how insecure she is about her appearance, he uses his devilish charm to show her how beautiful she is. TW: weight discussion, body image

Barbatos felt a slight twinge of jealousy as he watched Kara mount the steps to the castle. She was wearing another of Beel’s jerseys. The clothing didn’t suit her at all, but she looked comfortable, and the smile on her face made her beautiful no matter what she wore. He only wished it wasn’t another demon’s clothes draped over her.

She made a surprised moue when he opened the door before she could knock. “How did you know I was here already?” 

Barbatos smiled his little mysterious smile, but as her eyes went wider he chuckled and gave in. “It wasn’t any kind of magic. I saw you walking up from the window.”

Kara grinned. “Then does that mean you’re ready to go?” She peered past him into the castle. “Or does Diavolo need something before we head out?”

“The young master has what he needs for the day.” Barbatos held out his hand. “May I?”

She nodded, nervously tucking a bit of hair behind her ear before setting her palm against his. 

It felt like such an intimate gesture to him. This embrace of their intertwined fingers. Her skin was soft as satin and warm, and it sent a little thrill through him to hold onto her like this. A claim and an offer, all at once. She was his, and he made himself hers. 

“You have such a wide smile. What are you thinking about?”

“Hm? Oh, it isn’t important. Where would you like to go first? I believe we planned to visit a cafe and then go see the new wing of the botanical gardens. But we can do something else if you prefer?” Barbatos cocked his head, the tiny wings in his hair stretching with the question.

Kara considered the question, her eyes shading from grey to a darker green as she thought about it. “Mmm, let’s stick with the plan. I think it’ll be fun, so long as the carnivorous pitcher plant doesn’t eat me!” She giggled.

Barbatos squeezed her hand gently. “I would never let that happen.” 

It was a pleasant walk to the gardens, though the air was sharp with winter chill. The ever-dark skies sparkled with distant stars and the glow of the city’s lights. The botanical garden was impossible to miss. A giant glass sphere, it rose up against the velvet gloom, illuminated with a faint purple glow that raced and arced along the opaque panels. 

There was a decent crowd at the gates, but Barbatos bypassed the line. There were some benefits to being the Prince’s butler, afterall. Inside, the bustle of the street was quiet, subsumed by the thick, verdant leaves that grew along the walls and ceilings. 

“We should return in the spring,” Barb leaned close, his voice low and pitched for her ear only. “That is when the hell jasmine is in bloom. This entire path is covered in flowers.”

Kara leaned into him as he spoke, a little shiver running down her skin from the tickle of his breath. “That would be beautiful. But . . . does hell jasmine have some kind of effect? Because I don’t want to have to peel you off the ceiling or something.”

He grinned. “It does have a tendency to make us demons a bit more affectionate than usual.”

Her cheeks colored prettily and she looked down shyly. “That’s . . . good to know. I really need to brush up on my Devildom botany.”

“That is one reason we are here, no?” Barbatos cocked his head. 

“Yep.” She looked back up at him, regaining her equilibrium. 

Barbatos found her reaction to flirting adorable. She always seemed surprised by his interest, awkwardly flattered by his compliments. He loved seeing her eyes light up and her cheeks heat, even if she still tried to hide her reaction from him. 

The first display was a collection of frozen gerbera, all in wintry colors. Blue and white and faded grey, they exuded a brittle coldness. Their delicate petals glistened as if coated with a thin sheen of ice. 

“Hm. I remember these.” Kara shut her eyes. “They’ll freeze my eyeballs if I look for too long.”

“Bravo. Very good. That’s exactly right.” He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “In the Devildom, some of the most beautiful things are quite dangerous.”

“Guess that’s why I’m completely safe,” she gave a half-hearted laugh at her own joke.

Barbatos shook his head, guiding her away from the display. “I disagree, respectfully. You are one of the most dangerous creatures I know.” 

She laughed again, but didn’t reply - and he didn’t press the issue. She often made these little comments about herself, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to react. It was as if she did not know how exquisite she was.

The next display was the 666 leafed clover. A vast plant with so many leaves that it was best viewed from a narrow walkway suspended over it. Barbatos gestured for Kara to go first, but she shook her head. 

“That’s ok. I’d rather just look at it from here.” She smiled, but he could see it wasn’t genuine. There was shame in her eyes as she looked away.

“Kara, are you afraid of heights? I won’t laugh if you are.” Barbatos tugged gently at her hand, hoping she’d look at him again. He couldn’t understand her mood and wanted very much to know what had caused it. 

She shook her head. “N-no. It’s not that. Just . . .” She trailed off and then took a deep breath. “It’s pretty narrow. I’m too fat to go climbing on something like that.” Her laugh was as false as her smile. “It’s fine. I don’t need the view. The plant is pretty impressive from here.”

“Too . . . fat?” Barbatos raised an eyebrow. Kara was curvy, soft, and delectable. Her weight filled out her form, and gave her a voluptuous silhouette.

“Ahaha, yeah. I mean, you noticed already, right? It’s not like I can really hide it.” She shrugged, still not meeting his gaze. “Anyway, can we not talk about this?”

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “As you like. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Kara turned her head just enough to see his face, the corner of her lips lifting in a tiny half-smile. “It’s fine.” 

Barbatos did his best to keep the conversation light and flowing as they visited the next few exhibits. He kept up a running flow of commentary and questions, and it seemed to work. She was smiling again, a genuine grin that reached her eyes and lit her expression with joy. 

They left the gardens laughing, and talking. Kara was telling him about the plants in the mortal realm, and Barbatos listened with rapt attention. She was a smart woman, always open to learning. And he could see how much she loved sharing what she knew. It was one of the things he liked about her. 

She was so engrossed in their conversation that she didn’t see a huge puddle on the sidewalk. It was definitely deep enough to soak her shoes. Barbatos let go of her hand to reach for her waist, intending to lift her over the puddle. 

Kara nearly leapt out of his grasp as his hands settled on her middle. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you safe and dry.” He smiled.

She finally noticed the dip in the sidewalk and the dirty water that filled it. “Oh! Eww. What is that even? It hasn’t been raining.”

“It has not.” He chuckled. “So let’s make sure it doesn’t get on you.” He started to lift her, but stopped at her shout.

“Hey! No need for that. I’ll just step around it.” Her smile went false again as she added, “Wouldn’t want you to throw your back out.” 

Barbatos frowned. “I’m not the strongest of demons. Not like Beelzebub, for example.” His gaze drifted to her shirt and he felt that hot, unpleasant jab of jealousy again. “But I can surely lift my lady over a puddle.”

Kara wriggled out of his grasp, tugging the shirt this way and that to make sure she was still completely covered and it hadn’t bunched from his grip. “I didn’t mean it that way, Barb. I know you’re strong. But I’m pretty heavy. You don’t need to go picking me up. I don’t -”

He’d let it go earlier, but he felt he couldn’t keep letting her insist on something that was not true. “Kara.” He said her name gently, but with a tone that could not be ignored. 

She stopped speaking mid-sentence. Her eyes were wide and full of deep embarrassment, as if she had done something she desperately wanted to hide. Kara began to look away, but Barbatos caught her chin.

“No. I apologize for being so forward, but I cannot let this continue.” He let go of her chin after a moment, and let his hand trace the line of her jaw, her neck, down the curve of her shoulder. “You keep making these comments about yourself. Negative comments.”

“Barb, I - I know how I look. And it’s just easier if I make jokes about it. It’s fine.”

Barbatos shook his head, his wings flicking in agitation. “It is not.” He took a breath, unsure how to best phrase what he needed to say. Despite his long years of life, he could count the number of close relationships he’d had on one hand, and still have fingers left over. 

Romantic love was a new territory for him, and he cared for Kara so much that he worried anything he might say would cause her hurt. But he could see she was hurting herself, over and over again. These thoughts, these jokes, and mean comments. They cut her, and she hid it behind a fake smile and a laugh, just as she hid her body beneath bulky clothes.

“Do you know why I asked you to go out with me?” He trailed a finger down her arm, his nail scraping the slick cloth of the Fangol jersey. 

“Umm. I guess because I like tea. And books?”

Barbatos nodded. “Those are some of the things I noticed about you. You are smart, and curious. But you are also beautiful.”

Kara’s cheeks pinked. “Ah. Thanks.”

“Do you know how pretty you are?” He stepped closer, his other hand coming to rest on her shoulder.

“I . . . I guess I have a nice face?”

Barbatos ruffled her hair. “Every part of you is nice.”

Her face went even hotter, until the tips of her ears were red. “You can’t say that. You haven’t seen all of me.”

He smiled. “No?”

Kara’s eyes went wide. “Have you? You haven’t, right? You wouldn’t use your power to - to -”

“No, I haven’t. But I can see you, Kara.” He let his hands slide down her sides, tracing the outline of her beneath the over-sized jersey. “There is nothing here that is not perfect.”

“Pffft. Please. I’ve been trying to diet with Asmo. And work out with Beel. I know I'm waaaay off perfect.”

Barbatos gently squeezed her hips. “To me, you are flawless. An exquisite beauty.”

Her mouth opened to reply, but then closed again. She was flustered, unused to such compliments. Unqualified by criticism, and without ulterior motive. Kara hugged him then, her arms wrapping around his waist, her face buried against his chest. 

He held her gently, stroking her back. There were no words needed, only touch. They stayed like that for several breaths. When Kara let go, Barbatos took her hand again. “I have an idea,” he told her.

Instead of the cafe, he took her to Majolish. 

“Erm. Not to ask a stupid question, but I thought we were going for lunch?” Kara raised an eyebrow. 

“We will. But first, I’d like to get you a gift.” Barbatos nodded to one of the sales clerks. He knew most of the staff here, from his orders for Diavolo. They hurried over, and after a quick, whispered conversation, hurried away again. 

Kara watched this exchange warily. “Barb, what are you planning?”

“Patience. You’ll see in a moment.” He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. 

She sighed. “Alright.” 

A few moments later, the clerk came to get them, and led them to a private dressing room. A row of outfits hung from a rack, dresses and skirts and tops, several in shades of green. The clerk left them with a reminder to ring the bell if anything else was needed.

Once they were alone again, Kara gave him an unreadable look. “You want to buy me clothes?”

Barbatos nodded. “If you find an outfit you like, yes.” He gestured to the rack. “I would never tell you what to wear, but I’d like to spoil you with something nice, if you like.”

She nibbled at her lower lip as she considered, then nodded. “Alright. But only if I’m comfortable in it. When I come here with Asmo, he always picks the most ridiculous outfits.”

“I can well imagine.” He laughed, knowing the fifth brother’s style. 

Kara nodded as she walked to the rack. “I like my skirts to be a little longer than my shirts, you know?” She tugged conscientiously at Beel’s jersey. 

“Mmmm. I do know.” 

She picked through the clothes on the rack, settling on a dark green dress made from silvered spider-silk to try on first. 

Barbatos waited for her to come show him, but she didn’t emerge from the changing room for quite awhile. “Is everything alright, Kara? Do you need help?”

“N-no. I -” She cleared her throat. “Did you see the price tag on this?”

“I did not. Perhaps if you come out, I can check it?” 

There was a flurry of movement behind the door and then a reluctant Kara stuck her head out. “The tag’s on the sleeve.” She held her arm out toward him. 

Barbatos raised an eyebrow. “Could you come here? To me?”

She made a face, but after a moment complied. The dress was stunning on her. It hugged her curves, emphasizing her bust and hips in a complimentary way. The dress was a perfect length for her frame too, just long enough in the legs to make her seem taller than she was. 

“You’re smiling again. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about nothing.” She put a fist to her hip and frowned.

“I was just thinking how beautiful you look in that.” He tilted his head, the wings in his hair gave a contented stretch. 

Kara’s face heated, and she clasped her hands in front of her as if trying to cover up. “I don’t know. It’s too tight. And it’s not very practical at all. And expensive!”

Barbatos shrugged. “Don’t look at the tag. Just tell me how you feel in it.”

“Exposed.” Her frown deepened. 

“Then choose something else. I want you to be happy with what you pick too.” Barb gestured. “And I will enjoy the fashion show.”

That coaxed a laugh from her. “A fashion show? With one person?”

“With my favorite person.” 

Her shy smile was so adorable that he wanted to kiss her. Kara nodded after a moment, and went to choose another outfit. This time a light green skirt and cream top. She came out of the dressing room without being coaxed this time, though she was clearly uncomfortable. Her hands kept fluttering to her waist, tugging the shirt down to make sure her belly didn’t show. 

She went back again and again, discarding each outfit. Too short, too tight, too low cut, too much back revealed . . . it seemed as if she wouldn’t be happy unless the clothes fit her like, well, like one of Beel’s old shirts. No matter how Barbatos complimented her, she simply could not see her own beauty.

She was on the next to last outfit. A velvety dress with dark green buttons and delicate crystal beading along the bodice. It was gorgeous on the hangar and Barbatos couldn’t wait to see what it would look like on her.  

He could hear her in the changing room, the rustle of clothing and muttered curses. After a long moment, she called out. “Can you come help me? These damn buttons were clearly made by devils.”

“Clearly,” he chuckled.

Kara opened the door enough for him to see the problem. She couldn’t see the tiny buttons to match them to the small button-holes. Her fingers kept sliding over the fabric, getting nowhere. “You know, it’s probably fine. I think this one’s too -”

He stepped inside, letting the changing room door shut. The space was smaller than he’d realized, and with him inside, Kara was nearly pressed up against the mirrored wall. “Sorry,” Barbatos murmured, though he didn’t feel truly sorry. Her closeness was more than pleasant.

“It’s fine,” she replied breathily, turning so that he could get at the buttons. Like this, she was facing the mirror, her back against him. 

Barbatos ran his hands lightly up her back, enjoying the little shiver of pleasure she gave. “This dress is lovely on you.” He began doing up the buttons, taking a bit more time than strictly needed.

Kara tried to take a step back to get a better look in the mirror, but there wasn’t space. “I don’t know.”

“Mmmm. I do.” He leaned forward, so that his lips nearly touched her ear. “The color brings out your eyes, green as the deep forest with just a hint of silvery moonlight.” His hands, done with the buttons, drew slowly down her back. “The velvet fabric is a hint at the delicate softness beneath.” 

Her eyes fluttered closed at his touch, and she let out a slightly ragged exhale. 

Barbatos pressed closer still, knowing the move was ungentlemanly, but unable to stop himself. Kara woke something in him, a most uncouth flame, one he did not wish to extinguish even as etiquette demanded. He let his hands rove across her hips. “The silhouette flatters your shape, and shows you to good advantage.” 

Kara made a sound in her throat. She turned toward him, her full, luscious figure against his chest, her face so close to his that he could feel the ghost of her breath on his cheek. 

“You are so beautiful that I cannot help but want to touch you. To kiss you.” He reached with one hand to brush his thumb over her lower lip. If the velvet of the dress was soft, what word then for her lips? He couldn’t think of one, not with the pounding of his heart and the flames of need racing through his veins. “May I?”

“Yes,” she sighed, her eyes opening. There was such vulnerability in them. A fragile delicacy that made his heart ache. 

Barbatos kissed her. He meant it to be gentle, a sweet first kiss. And that was how it started. The exchange of breath and life, the press of her warm mouth to his. Her hands settling on his shoulders as his hands went around her waist. But the feel of her against him was almost more than he could bear. The temptation of her. 

The kiss deepened as her lips opened to him. His tongue delved past them and into the silky heat of her mouth. Caressing her, tasting her. 

Kara kissed him back with just as much passion. She did not simply yield. Her tongue played against his, teasing, exploring. She slipped between his lips, all heat and fire and sweetness. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly. The touch sent fire racing down his spine, an electric jolt of pleasure that made him want more. 

It was only with great reluctance and a burst of willpower that Barbatos drew back from the kiss. He felt breathless, undone. His normally unflappable demeanor swept away. He tried to regain his composure.

“Your - your hair,” she said after a moment, and reached to straighten it. Barb stood completely still, enjoying the sensation of her grooming him. It was strange and pleasant to be taken care of. 

He laughed softly, and caught her hand as she drew away, kissing her fingertips. “Thank you.”

Red suffused her cheeks, as if she suddenly realized what they’d done. Making out in the changing room. “S-sure.”

“I’ll step out and give you a moment.” He let her hand go and backed out of the tiny space. 

Kara came out a moment later, still sporting spots of pink in her cheeks. “Do you . . . really think it looks nice?”

Barbatos was almost surprised by the question. “I do. You are gorgeous. But, how do you feel?”

Her jaw tightened, and for a heartbeat he thought she would reject this option as well, but then she nodded. “I . . . I feel pretty.” A trembling smile rose to her lips. “If you still want to get me something, I think - I think I like this one.”

“An excellent choice.” He took her hand and spun her about slowly. “I think I may have to take you dancing, to celebrate.”

“The dress?” She peered up at him, a skeptical eyebrow raised.

Barbatos laughed. “No, not the dress. I want to celebrate our first kiss. The first of many, I hope.”

Kara’s smile widened, her eyes shining silver as starlight. “Me too. In fact . . . could we . . .”

He answered by pulling her close and kissing her again.

[misc-obeyme]

Writing my fic made me really appreciate the way the dev wrote so many of multiple characters scenes If it's just one character, or at least 3 of my favs with mc, I am doing just fine and the scene flows But get all the brothers together and my brain melts going "Nope not handling this" I cannot not write the scenes too so... ctrl+A and delete the whole word pad? No that will just make me cry

Sending you organic white tea with Jasmin cuz that's my fav -🐆

It's really hard to write a scene with that many characters in it. Usually what I do is focus on two or three of the characters that matter.

For instance, if I'm writing a scene where all the brothers, MC, Diavolo, and Barbatos are all together in the student council room, I'll narrow in on the characters that are the focus of the story. For me that's usually MC and one of the others. I'll say what each of the other characters are doing, but then I'll zoom in on MC.

Assuming MC is the viewpoint character, it'd go kinda like this-

You were sitting at the table in the student council room. Lucifer and Diavolo were looking over the upcoming plans for the school festival together. To your left, Belphie was distracting Beel from eating the paperwork in front of him with a bag of spicy newt chips. Across from you, Asmo was painting Satan's nails. Levi was hunched over his handheld device while Mammon was muttering about horse race results while scrolling through his D.D.D.

You looked over to your right, where Barbatos had just finished making tea. He poured a cup and handed it to you. You took it gratefully and sipped it.

You gave Barbatos a look. "Is this...?"

"Indeed," he said, smiling. "White tea with jasmine. I know your favorite, MC."

-and then from that point you can just focus on MC and Barbatos. Everybody else is doing something, but they're not part of the immediate action unless you need them to be. Like if you needed Beel to actually start eating paperwork so Barbatos and MC would get involved in trying to stop him, you can do that. But if you don't need that, he can just continue to be distracted by Belphie in the background.

It's not really possible to focus in on every character when there are that many of them. So I find it's better to have the majority of the characters act more like part of the setting while focusing the action on the characters that matter to the scene.

It isn't really the same as the way the devs write, though. That's because the devs are writing in a different format. For us, we can describe what the characters are doing, as above. That allows us to illustrate that those characters are present without having to involve them in the story directly.

The devs, on the other hand, don't have the luxury of description. For them, it's all dialogue all the time. Which means that if they want us to know that all those characters are in the same place, they have to have each character say something. And if they want us to know what each character is doing, they have to have each character either say what they're doing (e.g. having Asmo say, "Oh Satan this new color of polish I found looks amazing on you!") or having one of the other characters say what they're doing (e.g. having Mammon say, "Can't believe you're lettin' Asmo paint your nails that color, Satan.")

This is why I often talk about how I think this format is limiting to how good things like event stories can be. It isn't that it's impossible, but I do think it can contribute to the lack of quality.

ANYWAY.

Sorry to take your ask and run with it, wow. I'm always surprised at how much I have to say about these things lol. You'd think I'd be used to it by now...

Anyway, I don't know if any of that rambling helps at all, but good luck with your fic!

[sassykattery]

Spring Fever

My, oh how joyous it is to be a human in the beginnings of spring time in the Devildom.

Pairing: ? x oc! Altaira

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Sexual tension. Profanity. Mention of male anatomy. Suggestive to sexual ideations.

Characters: oc! Altaira, Mammon, Barbatos, Satan, Beel, Levi, Belphie, Lucifer, Diavolo

Themes: Romance. Some angst. Sexual tension. Association of some animal mating rituals.

Third person POV

This is an AU parallel to Altaira's OG universe.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

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It's been said that the demons have peculiar and sometimes even outlandish mating rituals, but even these had far exceeded anyone's notions of what those of the Devildom's nobility had in mind when it came to the new human exchange student, a highly eligible bachelorette. Eight particular demons had their sights set on her, and it was unprecedented with what they were going to come up with to win her favor.

It was the evening of the first spring ball, welcoming the equinox. A time of rebirth, fresh growth, and more importantly to the demons, it was their preferred time to look for a partner. One wouldn't necessarily call it a mating season, but it could be accurate in some regards.

And there was only one prize worth the demon lords' time and attention: Altaira.

For the past week, each of the eight demons had tried various means of demonstrating their interest in her. One brought her shining knick knacks. Another merely made his presence more known to her by playing video games in her room. A third offered to cook for her. One had done her homework for her. Her room was cleaned. Laundry done. Cosmetics and bath items replenished. New sheet music and vintage records procured for her. And lastly, a new handbag made with the rare hide of a black unicorn and 24k gold hardware, known to be worth at least half a million Grimm, was left on her bed wrapped in a black and gold bow.

But the first spring ball was the night all of them had planned to make their first official moves.

She was the embodiment of luxury and decadence that night, wearing a full ballgown in the most beautiful rose gold satin fabric and off-shoulder sleeves, shining like ripples of rose waters beneath the castle lights. She was adorned with fine jewelry and hair pieces, her makeup full-glam as always, and hair left down in beautiful retro Old Hollywood curls. Her charm left no survivors, as she had everyone wrapped around her finger that evening. Little did she know that the game was then afoot to see if she would take any suitors.

First came the second born.

"Hey!" Mammon blurted out next to her. Altaira turned and lit up at the demon. Her adoring expression made him lose his gumption, causing him to stumble over his next words. "Well, if you aren't, uh, busy..."

"Would you dance with me, Mammon?" She asked sweetly. He melted internally at how she said his name. She held her hand out, and finally, when his brain cell came back into orbit, he took it and led her to the dance floor.

"So, is anyone buggin' ya tonight? Just say the word, and I'll give em what for," he tried to say roughly, but the blush on his cheeks wasn't terribly convincing.

She chuckled. "No, I think everyone is behaving so far. You're very sweet, though," she replied.

His cheeks turned darker, and his wings perked up on end, trying to catch her attention. He kept his focus solely on her and brought himself only slightly closer. Her jasmine and vanilla scent made him even more desperate. Finally feeling his instincts taking over, he started to ramp up his dancing skills, drawing her in close and twirling her away, watching as she nearly floated with grace. Those twinkling eyes shone better than any topaz he'd seen. His wings stood up higher and out proudly, and his chest began to vibrate with a softened hum.

He lost track of time and anything else going on when he was with her like this. His focus wasn't always the best in all situations, but when she was in his grasp, there was nary a person who could break his attention away. And maybe if he didn't win her favor tonight, he wouldn't stop here either. He'd always try for the rest of her days to bring her home to him and him only.

Before he could even realize it, she was stepping back. "Thank you for the dance, Mammon," she murmured sweetly.

Unable to string together anything else, he watched her walk away. She found Barbatos and took a drink he offered to her. The second born retreated to where his younger brothers sat, only to be met with their berating comments.

"Well, looks like Mammon struck out, no surprise," Asmo mused, looking at his fresh manicure. "Who's next?"

"I'll go," Satan purred. "I at least have a chance."

"We'll see about that," Asmo chuckled.

"I didn't strike out," Mammon mumbled to himself, looking away.

Satan approached Altaira smoothly, gliding around the other guests and asserting himself at her side, interrupting a lower demon.

"Might I have a turn with the lovely lady?" He asked charmingly.

"Of course," she replied sweetly, taking his outstretched hand.

The fourth born took her to the floor and led her through a waltz. But the moment her shadow blue eyes caught his shining blue-green ones, he verbally froze. He could feel her heartbeat thrumming in her hand, her perfume overcasting his ability to think, and her youthful, kind face put a halt to his ideation of wooing her. His plan was to snake his tail around her waist and keep her close, showcasing his defensive demonic armor of the scales lacing his appendage, but that was long gone then as well.

"Is something the matter, Satan?" She asked softly, her eyes widening. The way she even said his name had him stammering for what to reply with.

"N-Nothing... I, uh, well... You look... nice," he finally spat out. She gave a soft smile, and he knew he could have been so much smoother than that.

"Thank you, so do you," she replied joyfully.

Satan didn't even stand a chance, because as soon as the song was over, he was too overtaken with his frustration, or, we could call, "flustration" as the next bachelor came up to shoot his shot.

"Hey, Altaira, I brought you a cupcake. Also, can we dance together for the next song?" Beel asked innocently, inadvertently overshadowing his older brother.

She looked overjoyed. "Oh Beel! Thank you, you're so sweet. Sure," she replied. Beel guided her away from the still frustrated fourth born who finally realized she was gone and now failed his mission.

Satan stomped back to where his other brothers were, and Asmo could only laugh at his older brother.

"Smooth, Satan, smooth," Asmo chortled, all too smug at the moment.

"Shut up!" Satan snapped. "I'd like to see any of you do better!"

"Is that right?" Lucifer murmured behind the fourth born. Satan rolled his eyes and turned slowly to face the eldest.

"Don't even start," Satan hissed.

The eldest looked back out to the dance floor and watched Beel and the human woman dancing away. Beel at least looked happy, but that look was also how he looked at desserts from Madame Devian's, which made Lucifer slightly concerned. Though a finer eye was required to see how Beel's wings were subtly vibrating down his back, a soft hum following the tune of the song to try and keep her attention on him. The sixth born's concept was to offer food and then showcase his listening skills, which was a noble effort, but all in vain, he came to find.

"I think you all know that she's only entertaining your foolishness to be nice. She has no intention of coming back with any of you," Lucifer quipped.

Levi bristled then. "And how would you know?"

"Because that's her nature– to be polite and put on a front. You can see it the moment she accepts your invitations to dance. That uncomfortable smile, the forced eye contact, and the rigid way she holds herself. It's all there," the eldest answered.

"Sounds like someone else we know," Belphie jabbed back.

Lucifer snapped his head back toward the youngest. "I will have you all behaving yourselves. I know at this time of year you're all on edge, but dash those hopes away now of any thoughts you had of satisfying those urges with her. I won't have it."

By then, Levi had left as Beel was returning, determined to get his chance with her, even if she turned him down for more than just a dance.

"Save it, Lucifer. We all know you're interested in her as well, and you're no better than us when it comes to this season," Belphie snapped back.

"Remember that disgusted look he had when that witch approached him this time last year?" Asmo reminded them with a chuckle. They all laughed at Lucifer's dismay but quit when he sent a fiery glare back at them.

Their attention returned to Altaira, and to their surprise, they saw her and the envious third born giggling as she whispered things in his ears. All six sat in utter loss at what he could have done to earn such a gesture, even more so when they noticed Levi's thumb vigorously running back and forth over where it touched her hand, his tail lightly caressing the fabric along the hem of her ballskirt. When that song was over and he was returning, his face went awash with disappointment.

"Well?" All six asked in unison.

"Well what? You know it didn't work!" Levi barked, sitting down in a huff. "Didn't even get to try and talk to her. That was my whole plan."

"One, you are terrible at conversing. You should have had another plan. Two, you guys were talking! And touching! What did you say?" Asmo asked.

"I didn't even get a chance to show her what I wanted to do to show I was interested! She started talking about a new game she downloaded on her phone, and I forgot all about tonight!" Levi said in exasperation.

"Good job," Mammon grunted, his arms folded and sitting slouched in his chair, watching her take the next candidate to the dance floor, Belphie.

The youngest immediately began talking to Altaira about the stars and some recent meteor showers he was able to watch in the observatory. She seemed eager enough to listen, so the rest of the brothers were interested to see how this ended.

"Well? What do you think?" Mammon poked the first born.

"Think? I know she's still uninterested. Altaira is kind to Belphie because they're both similar in a lot of ways, but she's not letting her guard down for him to try anything," Lucifer answered arrogantly, swirling a glass of Demonus.

The youngest demon brother twirled her around and showed his more charming side to her, and there was a moment of doubt in the eyes of his brothers when she laughed whole-heartedly, a sound they rarely heard. Belphie gave her his warmest smile and glided across the floor with such an elegance and repose that his brothers all wondered where this side came from when considering his laziness. One could suppose that such sloth could wait if there's an opportunity for such favor from someone to possibly join his bed.

But that was not meant to be as she excused herself just as the song ended. She quickly flitted away from the floor and left all the brothers wondering what she was doing.

Belphie returned quickly, finding his chair next to Beel. He looked up to see all six staring at him.

"What?"

"Did you run her off?" Asmo asked seriously, now seemingly jealous and miffed. "She acted like she couldn't get away from you fast enough."

"She was tired, Asmo," Belphie replied with an eye roll.

"We all know Lucifer's too good for this, so, Asmo, I guess it's your turn," Satan mused, finishing his glass of Demonus.

"Oh, no, I won't be participating. I'm going to an orgy tonight, and Altaira already said no," Asmo replied gleefully. Even Lucifer gave a raised brow to his younger brother, while the rest had looks of varying levels of dismay.

"No way! So you asked her before the ball even started?! How's that fair?!" Mammon griped at Asmo.

The other five began to join the fray as the eldest slipped away to find Altaira back in the far corner, clearly seeking refuge as she folded her arms and hung her head low.

"Tired already?" Lucifer asked with a cocked brow.

"Aren't you?" She asked, slowly bringing her head up. His heart softened at that look because he knew she was being genuine when she looked up at him with the smallest creases in her makeup under her eyes, her brows slightly pinched together, and lips in a thin line. But it was moments like these when he truly felt connected to her, to the soul that lay within.

"Would it be a huge ask to come dance with me?" He murmured quietly to her.

Her head tilted, and before she could respond verbally, her body was doing the rest automatically by offering her hand to him. His large, gloved hand accepted it and led her to the dance floor once more.

"I was hoping this would be a slower song, one a little less taxing than a waltz," he murmured again to her. He was correct, and she nodded slowly. She shuffled in closer and nearly had her head laid against his chest, much to his pride's delight.

All six brothers sat in wrathful consternation.

"Of all the pricks..." Satan said with an eye roll, huffing as he slouched back against his chair, yanking down a glass of Demonus from an unsuspecting waiter who happened to just walk by, and then the fourth born was growling to get them to leave.

"You had to know that was coming," Asmo said with a tipsy lilt to his voice.

"Still, it's annoying to see Lucifer get his way like that," Belphie added bitterly. All six quietly drank their Demonus.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Mammon said very quietly. He was closely dialed in on the pair as they gazed into each other's eyes, the flicker of hope in the demon's, and the charming haze in the human's.

"Why's that?" Levi asked, lazily circling his finger on the rim of the glass while holding his head in the other hand, looking despondent.

"Wait..." Satan sat up, watching the new scene unfold.

Near the end of the song, and getting closer to the end of the night, a looming, tall, muscular figure worked his way through the crowd, head well above most the lower demons. At the same time, Lucifer was working his charms, his wings upright, and feathers fluffed out. He hovered over her and whispered in her ear, and chuckled lowly at her soft replies. Occasionally, she took in his demonic form, to his pride, and appreciated his meticulous appearance. His feathers would flutter, wings slightly waving to let the light catch their blue sheen, but anyone else could just mistake that for him dancing across the floor. When her gaze would travel back to his, he made sure to catch it and hold it for as long as he could. Truly, just as his brothers mentioned, he wasn't safe from spring's seductive song either, his instincts telling him to work faster so that he could lure her into his proverbial trap.

Just as Lucifer was about to strike, almost drawing her in closer to murmur his request to her with his lips pressed against her ear in a voice so sultry and deep that he was certain it'd cause the most erotic reaction from her, the pair was interrupted. A hand appeared on her shoulder, a large, taupe hand adorned with black nails and gold wrist markings.

"Altaira," a bright tenor voice called to her. At that same moment, the song ended, and the pair broke their union as she turned to face the Demon Prince himself, the eighth and final contender for the evening.

"Diavolo," she replied with a sparkling tone of surprise.

"I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to take you to the floor before the night is over. I can't leave my people wanting as I have yet to dance with anyone this evening," Diavolo stated sincerely, a kind smile on his lips. Lucifer bowed his head only slightly in understanding and walking away, but not before taking Altaira's hand and raising it up to his face.

"Thank you. I hope I can catch you one more time before we depart for the evening," he murmured to her, his ruby orbs trained on her lips. She nodded, and he left them to return to his brothers.

The six brothers remained silent as their eldest brother passed by, going straight for another glass of Demonus. Lucifer snatched one up and sat himself down, crossing a leg and glaring down the prince.

"So..." Mammon started to say but stopped.

"Not. A. Word," Lucifer snapped.

Taking the hint, the rest all watched the newest scene unfold, wondering what the prince's grand plan was if he was able to upheave the Avatar of Pride.

"Why have you not danced with anyone else? I'm sure one of the greater witches would've liked to," Altaira commented warily, sizing up the Demon Lord.

"You're right, there are others who likely would've taken me up on the offer, but I don't get to spend nearly enough time with you," he replied smoothly with a soft grin on his lips. His head was tilted down to speak to her softly, and his body, so large and muscular, totally eclipsed her except the outer ranges of her ballskirt from view during certain turns in their waltz.

"That's kind of you. Shall we make the most of it then?" She asked sweetly in return.

"Absolutely," he murmured, his grin turning more wicked.

As the song picked up, so did he. Diavolo led her through the most complex steps, twisting and turning her about the floor as others began to disappear to let the two have their moment. He was correct, as his people truly enjoyed watching him and letting him have the spotlight. But, of course, his dance partner was something of a spectacle herself, as it was still a rare thing to see a human in their realm, and more so to watch her dance with their crowned ruler. Some watched in envy, of either of the two, really, and others watched in lust, as the spring's siren song was leaving no demon untouched by its melody.

"Altaira," he murmured as the song was starting to reach its crescendo, so that others wouldn't hear.

The gold details on his horns and wings would occasionally catch her attention, shining perfectly and causing small reflections to bounce off them. She finally looked up at him squarely in his golden gaze, watching how his face shone under the castle lights. The strings increased in volume, the piano playing underneath carrying the tune along, causing her skin to flush with a prickling sensation, her synesthesia peaking at that particular moment as she studied his expression.

"Oh, he's good," Asmo observed drunkenly. "I'm off, got an orgy to attend."

None of the brothers even reacted to the fifth born, as they were all captivated by watching her and her only. Diavolo dipped her down in a grand sweep, and the crowd clapped softly as he brought her back up and continued to taking her in another lap around the dance floor, letting everyone see how the two reacted to one another. Their chemistry, like potassium chlorate and sugar, the fuel and the oxidizer, with the mix of spring's fresh, lust-ladden air like sulfuric acid to catalyze the reaction, was unmistakable. Passion in every step began to ignite the night, electrifying the air around them.

And not once did his sights wander. He was wholly and only focused on this radiant soul staring back up at him through shadow blue eyes adorned with black liner and pink glitter. She sparkled like the violent reaction they emulated, and he only served to keep it going in perpetuity. Sending her outward in a twirl, only keeping his hand latched onto hers, she looked back at him over her shoulder with a smile, and there wasn't a demon around who didn't feel her radiance bathing the prince. Pulling her back in, he drew her in closer, one hand held beside them, upright, while the other sank lower on her corseted waist, now resting high on her hip. He could feel her fingertips pressing more into his bare skin then.

"There's none more beautiful than you," he murmured softly in her ear, his cologne and natural scent filling her senses. "I know everyone here is vying for your company tonight, and forgive me for adding to the fray, but if you've made no other commitments, I'd love for you to stay with me tonight in my room. Maybe we could spend even more time together?"

"I'd love to, Diavolo," she agreed in a purr, kissing his cheek.

"Dammit," all six said in unison.

The game was over. Everyone's hopes were finally snuffed out by that one action, knowing not a single other suitor that night had received more than just her platitudes and active conversations. And as the prince brought her closer, her chest pressed against his lower sternum, still whispering in her ear and causing her to smile wider and wider, everyone understood that they would have to let their ambitions for the evening shatter, because there was no changing her mind, nor swaying the prince into letting his prize go.

Late the next morning, Altaira and Asmodeus walked through the front doors of the House of Lamentation, arm in arm and still giggling, holding a few shopping bags in their free hands. After saying their goodbyes, Altaira went to her room, and Asmo dropped by the common room to find all of his brothers glaring at him, nursing their hangovers and broken dreams.

"Well, it seems all of you have your feathers ruffled. I wonder why that could be?" He said smugly to them.

"Why are you the one bringing her home?" Satan growled, holding his head in one hand as he leaned against the arm of the sofa.

"I met her for breakfast to talk about last night, and then we went shopping," Asmo answered coolly, setting his bags down and folding his arms as he leaned against the frame of the entryway.

"Then why don't you tell us why none of our plans worked, but Diavolo's did?" Mammon demanded half-heartedly.

"Do you really want to know?" Asmo asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"C'mon, just say it. What does Diavolo have that we don't?" Belphie griped.

"Is it money?"

"Power?"

"His looks?"

"A castle?"

"A butler?"

Asmo held his hand up to stop the berating questions before the eldest could snap at them all.

"You all do realize Altaira isn't that shallow, right?" The fifth born accused.

"Spill it, Asmo," Satan snapped.

"It's because he makes her feel wanted without pressuring her. You all are so obvious in the way you approach her. She knows exactly what you're up to the moment you start talking to her," Asmo answered honestly. "That handbag he sent her? She asked if she needed to return it the next day, and he said she was free to do what she wanted with it. He's been sending her gifts for ages now without the expectation of anything in return."

They all sat in silence, but Lucifer finally slapped his newspaper down and stared at Asmodeus.

"That's ridiculous. What else is it?" He asked accusingly.

Asmo sighed and picked up his bags, shrugging, "I mean, if you really must know..."

The other six brothers all watched him start to walk away.

Once he was out of sight but still within earshot, the Avatar of Lust said, "It's also because he's covered in gold, huge muscles, and has a big dick."

There was a stunned silence for a few moments before Mammon finally piped up, "I thought Asmo said she wasn't shallow?"

"He meant it's that, plus we put too much pressure on her," Beel replied.

The other five nodded and sighed, left to face another spring alone.

For now.

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Thanks for reading! <3

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[sixcostumerefs]

Dreamcast: Six…but it’s just Jasmines

Earlier this week I posted a dreamcast full of Courtneys as a nod to the high number of Courtneys in Six. I’ve also been working on a few others whose names had also been used three or four times. This time…the Jasmines.

Aragon: Jasmine Shen Boleyn: Jasmine Beel Seymour: Jasmine Hackett Cleves: Jasmine Paige Taylor (also featured in the Taylors dreamcast) Howard: Jasmine Rogers Parr: Jasmine Cephas Jones Alt A/S/H: Jasmine Forsberg Alt A/C/P: Jaz Robinson Alt B/S/P: Jasmine M Smith Alt B/C/H: Jasmine Bassham

Edit: Jaz Robinson was in the original version of this, but now that she’s in Canada this has been edited to be in line with that casting!

[adrianasunderworld]

Obey me x disney princesses

Eric: Ariel, what is that?

Ariel, petting Lotan: My brother’s friend

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Mammon to Aladdin: Alright kid! Show me how good you a thief you before coming near Jasmine.

Jasmine: And why would he need to do that?

Mammon: I need a scapegoat

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Asmo, carefully analyzing the princes.

Asmo, points to Charming, Shang, Philip, Eugene, Kristoff, Beast and Naveen: You are worthy of my sisters.

Asmo to the rest: The rest of you go home

Asmo knows what up. 😌

Imagine Ariel just being fascinated by all the stuff in Levis room. It's all so colorful and different from what she can find in a shipwreck. They both just excitedly info dump about the stuff they love to each other. And of course hang out in the tank with Henry.

I've said way back when I first started Obey Me that I think Satans favorite princess would be Belle. They can just chill out and read together, and if anyone calls Belle a weirdo or makes unwanted advances towards her, Satan can rip them apart. It'll be great!

Also Belphie and Aroura like it when Belle reads them to sleep. Those two get roped into Anti lucifer league stuff a lot.

Idk why I think Mammon will not get along with Abu. Because will just take stuff and then Mammon gets blamed by default. Mammon got beef with the monkey.

Tiana has a willing taste tester in Beel. Snow will also make him Apple pie. Though Lucifer will have to keep his poison apple snacks away from her. Meanwhile I think Lucifer will get along best with Cinderella and Tiana, just because out of all of them they seem like the most responsible out of the princesses.

[xamassed]

⟬ @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Beel] It wouldn't be the first time she's done this, but still she felt so happy with herself. Her back against his chest as they sat out in the garden, Aya held up her creation when she was finished for him to take. "Here. For, um, for you. It's, um, it's black poinsettias, flowers of the abyss, and hell-lace daises." Black poinsettias to represent their bond, flowers of the abyss for his beauty, and hell-lace daises to tell him just how much she loved him. A part of her had considered adding Hell Jasmine, but had refrained. Maybe next time, though. "You, um, you don't have to wear it. But, um, but I thought you'd might like it."

"Why wouldn't I wear it?" He had been careful while watching her, nibbling away at his fifth little package of snack cakes while being absolutely sure that none of the crumbs ended up in her hair or on the flower crown she had been diligently crafting.

From the start, he had eagerly observed, taking note of the subtle ways her fingers would move whenever she handled a new type of flower. She was proficient in weaving the stems and adjusting the petals, leaving each one fully visible and wreathed by leaves that were neither chipped nor crumpled.

He was excited to flaunt it.

His beloved faun had taken her time to make him something, and that always made him the happiest he could be. It would be a shame and an insult not to rest the crown on his head once it was finished.

"I love it, and I'll always wear the things you make me." Beelzebub was fully capable of feeling embarrassed, and he would have been earlier in their relationship, but the snickering and odd looks were worth the joy that lit up her eyes. "Can you tell me what the flowers mean?"

He remembered because it was Aya that taught him, but he so adored hearing her speak.

[janedances]

12 for the dreamcast ask thing??

12 - Casting Heathers into Six

Aragon: Eleanor Halliday

Boleyn: Hannah Lowther

Seymour: Maddison Firth

Cleves: Jasmine Beel

Howard: Rebecca Wickes

Parr: Inez Budd

Aragon/Cleves: Teleri Hughes

Boleyn/Howard: Erin Caldwell

Seymour/Parr: Alisa Davidson

Super Swing: Rachel Rawlinson

Super Swing: Carrie Hope Fletcher

[musical-dreamcasts]

Heathers - Leesa Tulley (she/her) as Heather McNamara

Birthday: September 21, 1997 (age 25)

Birth Place: Glasgow, Scotland

Theatre credits include: Alternate Boleyn/Howard (Six), Millie Dillmount (Thoroughly Modern Millie)

(Pictured on the right is Jasmine Beel, who is currently playing the role in the West End production)

Credits: Unknown, Lewis Asquith

[pridefallen]

@pluviacuratio whispered: She still felt a bit awkward around Lucifer, unsure of what to do with the strong-willed demon. So, she'd put together a cup of tea and a few little snacks for him, heading off to hopefully find him working on something.

»» ──────ஓ๑♚๑ஓ ────── «« ʙᴇʟʟᴀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ the avatar of pride cooped up in his study, going through a stack of papers that outlined rad's new student protocols. they included new proposed guidelines on absences and late assignments, giving the maximum amount of leeway that could be afforded for a student. he had always known diavolo to be rather progressive, but this was still SURPRISING to him. he hoped that it wouldn't inspire leniency and laziness within the students. then again, the only person he could control was himself, and his brothers to a degree. he'd made it known since day one, and he'd reiterate now if he needed to, that if he got the sense that any one of them were slacking off, then he'd show them no mercy.

❝ it's open, ❞ he called when he heard the knock at the door to his study. in walked bella, a plate of some snacks beel must have gotten for her, as well as tea that had the aroma of darjeeling with jasmine. it was an interesting combination, but satisfying to his palate nonetheless. ❝ thank you. i was just beginning to have a hankering for some treats, ❞ he commented when she set the plate and mug down on his desk.

[squidgy-gadget]

So i saw heathers a few days ago

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I have drawn about 6 pieces of fanart in the last 2 days listened to the soundtrack continuously (its driving my family nuts), and covered the back covers of all my exercise books in heathers doodles. Can u tell im obsessed?